"Are you okay?" he forced himself to breathe out between gulps of air. He wasn't even sure what had happened to Draco, had he come?

But his lover smiled sleepily up at him and brought his fingers to his lips, kissing them clumsily. "I've never..." he started, but the words struggled for release. "That was...oh Harry."

He began to shift and Harry pulled carefully back, slipping his softening cock free. He still wasn't sure if Draco was okay, but he had enough wits about him to fumble for his wand and fired out a quick cleaning spell over the both of them. He barely had time to drop the wand again before Draco had finished rearranging himself on his back and grabbed Harry to him, wrapping arms and legs around him in a crushing hug Harry was surprised he had the energy for. He felt like he was going to pass out.

"Was it okay?" he mumbled into his neck, embracing him just as tightly.

Draco laughed, but before Harry could panic he stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. "It was incredible," he said, but Harry didn't quite believe him. He'd seem the look of discomfort on his face, and now it was over he worried he had simply put up with it.

He pulled back to look Draco in the eye. "It wasn't painful?" he challenged.

Draco cupped his face and sighed. "It was uncomfortable at the start, it took a while to get used to the, uh, intrusion. And until I did it sort of burned."

"That doesn't sound good!" Harry cried in alarm, but Draco laughed and kissed him on the lips.

"But then I did get used to it, and you started moving, and Harry, and the end..." He shook his head in disbelief. "You did something and it was like pressing a button and – urgh!" He flopped back into the pillow, looking inordinately content.

Harry still wasn't entirely convinced though. "You came?" He'd been on his stomach, so it had been hard to see any evidence.

Draco grinned, tired, but somewhat mischievously still. "Best. Orgasm. Ever."

Harry felt like a lead balloon escaped from his chest. "Really? Really? Because, yeah, me too, amazing, oh Draco you were amazing!"

He yanked the blanket around them as they kissed and grinned stupidly at one another, and Harry's whole body sang with satisfaction.

"Thank you," Draco said after a time.

"For what?" Harry said, tracing his fingertips gently along the side of Draco's tummy.

He smiled, shyly. "For being you, being with me. For everything."

Harry smiled back. "You're welcome," he whispered. "And thank you right back. You're so perfect, I can't believe we finally found each other."

Draco chuckled. "After so many years, right in front of each other."

Harry's hands naturally travelled over Draco's scars and his Dark Mark tattoo, and Draco's fingers did likewise, finding all the little blemishes that outwardly detailed Harry's journey through life so far, ending with the lightning bolt on his forehead. He had an idea, blooming in his post-coital haze, that maybe one day they could illustrate a new chapter in their lives, together, maybe with something that matched? So many of their tragedies were there for the world to see on their skin, it would be nice to display their celebration of love as well.

He wasn't sure how long they lay there, but Harry dozed for a bit, until the rumbling of his stomach woke him up with a jolt.

Draco laughed at him. "Hungry?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Harry rubbed his eyes, clearing the sleep away. "Starving, fancy some lunch?"

"Definitely," Draco agreed, and made to look for his clothes, but Harry pushed him back down and kissed his way up his neck. "Uh uh," he said playfully. "You're not leaving this bed, this is our little kingdom for the day, alright?"

Draco laughed again and snuggled into the pillows as acceptance of this new arrangement. "So I get to lie here while you bring me food?" he asked.

"Precisely," Harry confirmed, pleased at the shy happiness that brought to his boyfriend's face. "Your wish is my command."

Draco gave his arse a slap as he sauntered out of the bedroom, still completely naked but feeling extremely at ease with that fact. His kitchen was nicely loaded up with all the food Mrs Weasley had thoughtfully stocked it with in his absence, so he grabbed a bowl of cold lasagne as well as two forks. He may have promised Draco food, but that didn't mean he had to be classy about it. He tucked a carton of pumpkin juice under his arm, and made to head back when he spotted a letter on the table that had definitely not been there when he had left.

He glanced at the opened window, and figured he must had had an owl at some point. He was almost tempted to leave it, not sure what good news it could bring, but then he recognised Hermione's curvy handwriting, and decided to give it a read in case it was urgent.